The Warden of The Witches

Haunted

"Haunted?" Aiden strode down the corridor, and widening his eyes at Franda report.

"Yes, you'll see when you get there."

Following Franda around a corner, Aiden froze upon reaching the corridor near the confinement room.

The entire corridor was enveloped in ghostly mist-like apparitions, and faint wails echoing through the air. The atmosphere was bone-chilling, akin to the depths of winter.

The Light coming from the windows seemed drained by some unseen force, casting an unnatural darkness. The whole corridor felt foreboding, sending shivers down one's spine.

"It truly is haunted," Aiden agreed with Franda as they took in the eerie scene.

The entire corridor in the confinement area transformed into a sinister ghost house. It almost seemed suitable to set up a table at one end and sell tickets.

It looked bearable now, but when the nightfall come, not many guards would dare to continue their duty here.

In Aiden's memories as an investigator for the Inquisition, such phenomena were usually associated with the lairs of necromancers or haunted houses and tombs plagued by vengeful spirits.

He identified the invisible entities drifting through the corridor as manifestations of resentment released by vengeful spirits. Contact with these creatures would slowly drain one's life force, posing a gradual danger to the living. That's why Franda and the others refrained from approaching.

"These emanated from Cell No. 1."

Franda pointed to the nearest room, and Aiden recalled it housed the revenant Silaine.

Silaine, willingly transformed into a revenant by necromancy for revenge, exuded an intense aura of resentment.

Without magical seals suppressing her power, she would emitted a powerful wave of anger.

Although with her magic sealed, she retained some eerie traits. One of them was causing roommates to experience recurrent nightmares whenever they slept, making it nearly impossible to find anyone willing to share a room with her in the core area.

"Is the sealing barrier functioning normally?" Aiden asked casually.

"I've checked; everything is in order," Franda nodded. "Should we increase the intensity?"

"No need, for now Let's call Arsena from the library to handle this. I'll go check the situation first," Aiden waved his hand.

Despite the magical seal operating normally, Silaine's vengeful spirit unexpectedly surfaced. The only plausible explanation was a sudden surge in her magical power.

But Silaine had been confined in the cell since yesterday, so theoretically, she shouldn't have had the opportunity to do anything suspicious.

"Chief, this seems a bit risky," Franda reminded from the side.

"It's fine. I can handle this level of threat," Aiden assured.

After speaking He licked His right index finger and drew a rune on his left hand, this was also another magical technique inherited from his predecessor for basic protection at exorcism.

Approaching Cell No. 1, he peered inside through the barred window on the iron door.

At first glance, Silaine's figure wasn't visible.

Did she sit down near the door?

Carefully approaching, Aiden leaned in towards the iron window.

Suddenly, Silaine's pallid zombie face rose abruptly from below the window, startling Aiden to the brink of a heart attack.

He tensed up so much and almost screaming."

This haunted house is truly thrilling.

"Inmate 3271, care to explain what's going on?" Aiden tried His best to calm down and asked Silaine.

"Warden..." The revenant Silaine, with flickering ghostly eyes, stared at Aiden and replied evasively, "Let me out!"

"Why do you want out?"

"I must kill Carmilla! She killed my son! I can sense it... my time is running out! I have to kill her now!"

Aiden sighed. "Stop talking nonsense. I can't allow inmates to commit murder in my prison."

"Let me kill her! Can you imagine the pain of having your enemy right in front of you, yet unable to kill her?" Silaine pleaded, her voice laced with tears.

Aiden fell silent, realizing communication under these circumstances was futile.

Silaine, a formidable undead, was in essence, just an ordinary woman who had lost her son.

Aiden had read in the records that Silaine's son had joined a gang to raise money for her medical treatment, only to be killed at the age of fifteen.

"Annoying old hag!, can you tone it down. The atmosphere here is overwhelming! I can't even sleep!"

Carmilla's enraged shout echoed from the end of the corridor, along with the loud thud of her kicking a door.

Aiden turned to see Carmilla's furious face at the far end of the corridor. They deliberately kept these sworn enemies in rooms farthest apart.

Silaine's vengeful aura didn't usually reach this far, but with the sudden dispersion of her resentment, even Carmilla was affected.

Despite her strong dragon heritage, the spiritual impact was unavoidable, inducing irritability and tension, causing nightmares when sleeping.

"Murderer! Give me back my son's life!"

Silaine screamed at Carmilla, her vengeful wails making Aiden's head ache. And had to cover his ears.

"Forget it! Didn't i already in jail, isn't that enough? Your son was a gangster. It's normal for someone like him to get killed sooner or later! Don't go overboard!" Carmilla shouted back, aggressively kicking the door.

At this moment, Arsena, leaning on her staff, approached. Without saying a word, Aiden pointed to Silaine's confinement room.

Arsena nodded and waved her staff, instantly dispersing the lingering resentment in the corridor. Then, she aimed the staff at Silaine, who was still agitated.

In an instant, the ghostly fire in Silaine's eyes extinguished. She collapsed as if unconscious.

Arsena forcibly suppressed the resurrection magic on her, temporarily interrupting her consciousness like shutting down a machine.

"Hey, Warden! I can't take it anymore. Just open the door! Let me kill this old hag, and we'll be done with it!" Carmilla shouted at Aiden, while banging on the cell door.

"I'm already handling it. Are you blind? Just Stay in your room and behave." Aiden glared at her.

Carmilla glared back and kicked the door again before retreating.